Conticent.

after midnight, the house was still and silent. too still, too silent. every creaking floorboard sounded like a gunshot. in an old house, most boards creaked. she followed him into the kitchen, took out the milk carton and set it on the table, just within reach. he had checked out the lock a week ago. it was just a regular key lock he said, the kind that can be easily picked with a random pin. she never had any reason to open a lock, but she watched and took mental notes anyway. all part of gaining life experiences.

ロックを開く。